Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.